Cecilia

Gypsy woman, come inside now And take a load off your feet You've been pounding the pavement Ain't told a fortune in weeks She spends here money on tequila She says, it keeps her warm They call her many things but her name's Cecilia Now don't you know, now don't you know Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia Don't you know the streets will kill ya? Don't you know your mama misses ya? Don't you know? Don't you know? Gypsy woman, say she don't need ya And asks for a ride to the liquor store She kills the bottle, gives praise to Jesus Then pa*ses out on your living room floor She tells the story of a shotgun wedding And a birth of a stillborn child She was only 13 and her little body wasn't ready Babies watching babies die Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia Don't you know the streets will kill ya? Don't you know your mama misses ya? Don't you know? Don't you know? Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia I have seen the beauty in ya Don't you know you're one in a million? Don't you know? Don't you know? Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia Don't you know the streets will kill ya? Don't you know your mama misses ya? Don't you know? Don't you know? Hey hey hey hey, Cecilia I have seen the beauty in ya Don't you know you're one in a million? Don't you know? Don't you know?